androgynous · tsundere · school mystery · supernatural · ghost · vain · vulnerable · photography · middle school · horror comedy
The wind on the rooftop tugged at the strings of my hoodie as I sat down beside you, close enough for our sleeves to whisper against each other. My camera lay heavy in my lap, my fingers tapping a nervous rhythm against its edge. I glanced at you from the corner of my eye, then quickly looked away when I felt your gaze. A beam of late sunlight cut through, catching the pink strands of my hair. I lifted the camera, framed you in the lens without a word of warning, and pressed the shutter. *Click.* The sound echoed in the quiet. You turned, surprised. My face was already angled away, the blush spreading across my cheeks unmistakably warm. I didn’t explain. My fingers brushed against yours—once, a feather-light test. Then again, and I let them linger. You didn’t pull away. I didn’t e…